Laowai

Here are my Christmas-time confessions. And some pictures from the book, Father Christmas. One of Brian’s favorites as a kid and now one of Bea’s favorites.

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All I want for Christmas are some naps.

We are building a web of lies about Santa and we aren’t very comfortable with it. Bea asked how does Santa get through that thing in the chimney? She was talking about the flue. I thought up a lie and I thought it up quick. Oh you just open it on Christmas Eve, I said. Right. We told her Santa was taking her gifts to Michigan instead of Switzerland, but I just realized there are no Santa gifts for her in Michigan… Hmmmm. 

I’ve been watching the old James Herriot TV series on Netflix. I remember watching it with my Mom years ago and now it’s just what I need to zone out in the evenings while I clean up the kitchen. I love it – I think I’ll have to read the books again also.

We always do six months worth of clothes shopping when we’re in the US. When the clerks ask me for my zip code and I have to explain that I don’t live in the U.S. and then they act like I’m some sort of celebrity. I simultaneously like and hate the whole exchange.

I’m really sick of the Octonauts Christmas special – it’s all Bea is interested in watching lately.

The other day I went out into the hallway and found Claire on her Bobby car – it was balanced on the edge of the top step of our stairs. It was just like you see in cartoons where they scramble to get their weight to the back of the car and it’s teetering and then a butterfly lands on the hood and it crashes to the bottom of the cliff. She was crying because she couldn’t move her car and luckily I caught her in time before she tumbled down our very hard stairs. I was afraid to tell Brian – I’ve already gotten several bad mommy awards this year.

For the first time in a long time I didn’t send out Christmas cards – I just didn’t get to it.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU WHO MAKE ME SO HAPPY BY VISITING/COMMENTING ON MY BLOG!